Elle POV.
Last night was awful, I cried through the night, and Devil didn’t come back, I waited and waited but she didn’t come back, not even when the sun came up, not when the day started, not when I had to get up, not when work time came and I had to get ready. I made a giant cup of coffee, I had it through the morning. A sip while checking my notification and emails, my editors take forever to reply and guess what their answer is never what you wanna hear. Next I answered to my comments, the thing that keep me working, other than Devil no one ever said any good comment about me.
I took more sips of my coffee getting dressed for work, I was mostly dragging myself forward, my legs refused to lift up from the floor, I was a walking zombie, but work had to be done, I borrowed some of Devil’s make up, everything was a shade too dark for me, but she did have some lighter ones she bought to teach me on how to use them, I took advantage of that, I did some face painting, didn’t do a great job at it but I did try. I was dressed in my uniform, too lazy to change back and forth, if Devil doesn’t come back, I don’t know what I’ll do then, I should try and call her, she won’t get mad if I call her, even if she’s at work.
I started to call plugging my earphones in while walking over to work, at first is rang, I crossed my fingers hoping she’ll answer, but she didn’t. I tried calling again but this time her phone went straight to voice messages, she doesn’t want to hear me, I decide to stop calling, some stubborn tears start to fall over my face, I didn’t want to cry but here I am crying!
By the time I made it to the cafe my tears haven’t stopped yet, they were still doing a freefall, I walked inside, and said hi to the owner, he just glared at me, I tried to wipe my tears clean and get to work, putting my things away and getting ready for the morning shift, today I was alone, Paul had some classes to attend leaving me alone.
“Better not cry over the customer coffee” the boss says, I just smile, I need this job, I’ll take this as a joke, I move to the people in the cafe, better serving them than dumping the coffee over my boss head.
The day was slow, painfully slow, I watched the clock turn, it’s moving very slowly, I want the day to end, can’t it just end? On my break I tried to call her, voice mail, every single time, why doesn’t she want to talk to me, does she hate now? If she did, oh god, I just hope she’s safe. After my break, my missed phone calls, my mood went even lower than before, I now held a grudge to any kind of couples coming in, don’t care if they are just friends, or real couples, but I hated them, hope they drop coffee all over them!
By the end of the day I was officially in a dark mood, I was feeling gloomy, all I wanted was to kick someone’s bum right now, and it better be Devil for leaving me alone, she’s probably home, just sleeping her last job off while I’m worrying sick about her, that’s probably it, she haven’t left me alone, she’s just too tired to pick up the phone, or maybe she forgot to charge it.
Now that I made myself feel better I could walk home, yeah I’ll go back to her warm holds, she told me a thousand time she wants me, she won’t lie to me, she doesn’t lie, not to me at least. When I made it to our building, I smiled at the receptionist, said my hellos and got to the elevator, there was another guy there with me, he looked me up and down with disgust, I don’t look like the usual resident of this building, but I am, I belong to Devil. Ignoring the rude man I wait for him to get to his floor before putting in the code to ours, when I made it home, it was all quiet, she must be asleep, everything look the same as I left it this morning, maybe she’s in the bedroom, I ran there but it was empty, same as I left it this morning, I moved to the bathroom, knocked on her office door, searched the whole place, I even searched under the bed, not she she’d hide there, not that she ever did that before.
After a long search, I came to the conclusion, she’s not home, I went back to calling her, but it’s the same answer, my mood went from dark and gloomy, to hopeful, but now I’m hand down murderer, touch me and I’ll kill you!
Too angry at this, at everything, I jumped to bed, burying my face in the pillow, crying my heart out, she’s not here, she doesn’t want me, I cried enough to get myself to sleep. I woke up sometime after, disoriented, looking around, I couldn’t even understand where I am, I just closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
The second time I woke up, I was up for real, I had a killer headache, my bones hurt from my odd position through my nap and I was grumpy, a bitter taste in my mouth, I moved my grumpy bum to the bathroom, but didn’t turn the lights on, the light hurt my headache, after I was done, making sure to avoid all eye contact with the mirror, god forbid, I look like the walking dead.
I moved back to the living room, I did a second search for her, tried calling her phone, but there was no answer. I made myself some dinner, just some quick sandwich, nothing crazy, it was just cheese, along with a juice cup, I sat back sniffling and eating my food.
The day passed same as yesterday, I wrote a little, played some candy crush, played some loud music, called her. I had no real contact in case she ever get hurt, I had no friends, well except Paul from the cafe, but he doesn’t count, I can’t call him and tell him my hitman of a girlfriend is missing, he’d laugh at how crazy I sound.
For now all I could do was wait, listening to every sound, there was outside, maybe she came back, maybe she’s hurt, the night was slow, same as the day, but it passed. I’d like to lie and say I was strong, that I didn’t feel like an abandoned puppy, but that would be a lie, that’s exactly how I felt, like an abandoned puppy. Weird, I always thought of myself to be a princess and a little, maybe a kitten? Yeah I’m an abandoned kitten, that’s exactly how I feel right now.
I didn’t sleep again, I skipped once more, the next morning I felt worse than I did before, maybe she shied away from our talk? Is she waiting for me to take a hint and leave? No she said we’ll talk when she’s back, she’s hurt! Thoughts about her took over me the whole night, I didn’t know what to feel anymore, until the sun came up, what the hell are the birds so happy about at five in the morning!
When the morning came I did the same routine all over again, getting dressed, making the coffee, drinking it, checking my email, even make up couldn’t help my tired face today, under my eyes looked cakey, I took them off. I dragged myself out of home and down to work, still trying to call her every now and then, when I made it to work, I couldn’t help my teary eyes, costumers asked if I’m okay, Paul asked if I’m good, some people left me tips, usually I’d be happy but not today, even the big boss suggested for me to take the day off, but work was better than staying home, her place where I could think of a thousand scenarios of where she went.